There is a certain amount of insecurity and pride felt when you are constantly creating new things. There is a freedom felt when anything that can be thought, can be right and can be brought to life. That is why I have never been interested in being anything other than an artist. I wondered for along time (and still do, quite honestly), why I put myself through this daily worry about various things:

Have I done enough work lately? Have a made a strong piece? Do I have creative and honest ideas? Am I a good and hard working artist? Why do I question everything?

These questions never get answered, and just wondering about them can make and break a day. All these thoughts bounce around inside my head constantly. I feel unsure and confused about my work and myself all the time, but that is good- to never settle and be satisfied with what’s already done. The only conclusion I can make is that I must enjoy these constant thoughts and worries. I have never tried to push them aside or make them less important. Actually, I think it is more than just that; they are a necessity and a way of life that I can’t control. So, I accept them and try to learn more about myself through the way I think and create, and in the way I answer myself. I am an artist- that is all I know and truly love. It is not something that can be chosen; it is something that must be. It is who I am and it completely consumes me.

It all seems a bit selfish when you lay it out in these terms of "I wonder", "I think", "I make"…and it is. We make art and we critique art and share art mostly for ourselves. Of course, we hope that it can reach and affect others- but others can’t be the prime motivation, not if you have that constant urge to imagine and build and couldn’t live without it, even if tried. I guess, the simple point I’m trying to make about who I am, the most important thing about what makes me-me, is that I need and love to make things, and assemble projects, and jot down ideas and wonder about everything around me.

-Sara-